Like most of the infected, neither her husband nor her daughter are interested in reading. More than anything, she fears that Amy surrendered all traces of her humanity when she decided to join the police force. “When Amy looks at me with anger and disgust, I tell her that compassion is more precious than sanity, no matter the painful plague symptoms. With each day’s passing it feels that I am losing her, along with what’s left of my mind.” She clenches her teeth to prevent crying. A minute or so later, Joe comes out of the kitchen wearing a t-shirt with the American flag surrounded by four riffles. Dynamic as ever on this long-awaited momentous national holiday, he is not interested in interacting with his unhinged wife and the renegade doctor. Without making eye contact, he mockingly ask
